Shitfaced

What was I thinking?  Last night with dinner I drank a bottle of wine and finished off the night with three martinis.  I was absolutely hammered.  This morning I got up at 11:00, too late for the hotel breakfast (of slices of ham and cheese with bread), and felt awful.  The smell of car exhaust and cigarette smoke, already my two least favourite flavours of air, made me sick.  I had reached Porto a day early to fit in more sightseeing, but I can't say today was terribly productive.